You’re still travelling through the travails of my brain flaps,
trying to craft new footprints to my heart.
You have your love mapped out perfectly,
looking for marks and X’s that will reveal a dream.
I told you not to waste trust on me and no tears will revive a drought.
You’re following an empty trail through my mind – Its a cardboard shanty town,
its inhabitants live in voice boxes,
thoughts waiting to become words,
waiting to be communicated.